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 Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 2:56 pm
After noticing that someone was using her shampoo--which was rather expensive and imported from overseas--Elle had begun stashing it in various places to prevent shampoo-theft. She had recently worked in the infirmary, and had hidden a bottle in the cupboards of the infirmary, mixed in with all sorts of other oddly shaped containers. Elle had no idea what any of them held-- terrifying concoctions she was sure--but she hoped that no one had discovered her addition.
She had other stashes of shampo, and had forgotten about the one in the infirmary--until her roommate caught what Elle later referred to as the "death-flu." Elle had immediately volunteered to fetch anything her poor, dear, sweet, sickly roommate wanted from the infirmary. Elle wouldn't take "nothing" as an answer, and eventually ran off just to see what the nurses would recommend.
As the nurse ran off to check and see if she could find some flu-fighting meds, Elle walked swiftly to the cabinet near the door, yanked out her shampoo, and tucked it into a messenger bag slung across her shoulders. The nurse reappeared just as she was readjusting her bag, handed her a bottle of medicine, and sent her on her way.
As she turned to leave, Elle peeked at the beds, with their curtains half-drawn. Her brow furrowed. That could very well be her one day. Maybe she would pay some poor sap a visit. Surely they'd like visitors, no matter if they knew them or not. She tapped a curtain with a finger. "Hey in there," she called, "you feeling up for a visitor?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 6:20 pm
There was nothing but curtains and cold white walls in this place. Asch would have liked a window at least to look out of, but there was no such luxury here. It was far too easy to get bored and thus as the hours ticked by... he would either sleep or be caught staring blankly at the ceiling or the wall. The one comfort was that they wouldn't be keeping him in here too much longer. The only reason he was, was for observation and for tests to make sure his brain hadn't been too damaged.
Asch was in one of those states of staring as he heard someone approach and then speak. He didn't look away from the wall and merely sighed. "Whatever," was his mumbled answer. He'd had his fill of visitors today, as one Izaya was more than enough. But it wasn't like he could make anyone go away. Besides, he wasn't really up to yelling at people. His voice betraying his depressed state as Elle made her way over.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:02 pm
All Elle could discern was that the person behind the curtain was male--and rather dejected. That forlorn "whatever" was just depressing. "Well you don't sound very---" her voice trailed off as she pulled back the curtain. "Asch?!" She stared at him, her turquoise eyes wide with shock. Of the many questions she could ask, only one surfaced to the front of her mind.
"What happened to your hair?!"
She closed her eyes and shook her head. He had gone on the raid. He had to have gone--there was no other explanation for his bedridden state. She had thought that no one she knew had been hurt after the boss had called out the missing Rockets' names, but...she had been wrong.
She flopped into the chair beside his bed. "It's not so bad," she said critically, tilting her head. "You look a lot more approachable this way."
"Besides, you're not in the hospital because of a haircut. So why are you here anyway?"
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:08 pm
When he heard his name spoken in such a way, Asch tilted his gaze towards the one who had spoken it. He blinked once, recognizing the visitor that had apparently not expected to find him here.
"Oh, its you," he said and looked away again as she mentioned his hair. There was a deep frown on his face, but it lacked the usual annoyance. Instead it was just... sad. "I don't want to talk about it."
The fact that it apparently made him look more approachable didn't make him feel any better either.
"I was on the raid," was his simple answer to her question. Not considering that she had probably already deduced that herself.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 7:17 pm
"I thought so," she said, a sad smile on her face. He had taken a lot of pride in his hair, so Elle wasn't surprised that he was upset about it. However; she was surprised at his expression. He didn't have his usually gruff manner. Instead....he seemed genuinely sad.
"I heard the raid went to hell. I hadn't known you'd gone--I suppose I don't pay enough attention or something. You don't look hurt, if that makes you feel any better." Truth was, Elle didn't care about the raids. She wasn't allowed to go on them, and she had barely registered that there was one planned.
"But I'm sure you get loads of visitors to keep away the boredom." She smiled at him encouragingly. He looked like he could use some cheering up.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 8:08 pm
He didn't look hurt because it was all covered up. His shoulder had been reinjured and the other injury was covered up by his hair. Which became plain when Asch tilted his head to the side so that he could reach the right side of his head with his left hand. He could only move it so far with the restraints on his upper arms. Pulling the thick red hair away revealed a bald spot about 2 or 3 inches long where there was a line of stitches and some nasty bruising.
"Heh" was his only reply to Elle, regarding visitors. He'd only had two prior to her, and the last one had been rather unpleasant.
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 8:35 pm
Elle cringed. "Yikes..." she said softly as she spied his stitches. What had happened on that raid?! If all raids were like this, then...well maybe Elle didn't want to go on them after all.
She frowned at him. "You know what you need? You need to be happy. Or, if you can't manage that, you need to be less sad. You're sitting here in some bleach white hospital bed surrounded by boring walls and terrible smells--antiseptic, bleeeeck!" She jumped up and started pacing, biting the tip of her finger in thought. "Maybe some nice yellow paint or something--yellow's a happy color, right? I wonder if the nurses will even notice...hmm..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 11, 2012 11:10 pm
Asch just stared at Elle in a dubious manner. Make him happy? Maybe he didn't want to be happy. He was perfectly fine wallowing in his own misery right here in his bed. "Ugh..." he voiced at the idea of yellow paint. He could just imagine that. So much yellow that his eyes would bleed. That's all he needed. His eyes were sensitive to light right now and the bright color would probably only make it worse.
"I don't need anything," he muttered with a sigh following. He just wanted to be left alone.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 6:14 am
"You don't think you do," she said with a frown. "But honestly, nobody expects invalids to know what they need, or even what they want. I mean, for god's sake you don't even have any balloons or flowers. Everyone has balloons and flowers."
If he wanted to mope around and stare at things pathetically, that was just fine. But Elle was going to make it difficult for him. "It's not healthy to be in a place so boring and bleak."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 6:56 am
Asch gave Elle a half hearted glare. "I'm not an invalid," he said in a pathetic attempt at protesting. Heck, he could move around just fine if it weren't for these stupid restraints. He would get up and move around if that was the case, although the restraints were there for that very reason. To keep him from moving around.
"And I don't need any stupid balloons or flowers," he continued in his low mutterings. Although his voice was a little on the grumpy side, his expression remained the same, one of sinking depression.
Although it didn't seem like Elle was really listening to him at all.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 7:16 am
Elle paused. She sat back down in the chair, and sighed. "Maybe I was getting carried away." She lay her hand next to his on the bed, not touching, in an attempt at moral support. "I just...I would go crazy in here by myself, with these boring walls and nobody to talk to." She smiled at him apologetically. "And held down, too," she noted, brushing a restraint with a finger.
"I keep thinking about how awful it must be, and how I want to do something to make it less so. But you're not very forthcoming with ideas, mister," she teased.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 7:21 am
He was certainly not happy about being in here, especially in restraints. But there wasn't really much Asch could do about it at the moment. The agent turned his gaze towards Elle as she sat down and put her hand next to his.
"They put me in these because I passed out in a hallway after meeting with the Boss."
What was the big deal anyway? When the boss calls, you go. At least that's how he saw it. Duty came before personal comfort and convenience. He huffed a little.
"Its not like I need to go anywhere now. This is stupid." His voice sounding a bit forlorn. He just wanted to be able to move. "If you really want to help me, you could convince them to undo these."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 7:43 am
Elle's eyes widened. He met with the boss?! She could understand not wanting to miss an important meeting like that, but...she could also understand why the infirmary staff would then imprison their runaway patient after they found him collapsed on the floor.
"Mmm, I'll ask. But you have to promise not to do anything stupid--like running away, or trying to punch somebody," she said, not waiting for a response as she hopped up and ran off to find a nurse--preferably a male nurse.
A few minutes later, a very triumphant looking Elle parted the curtains with a flourish, tugging along a very bemused male nurse with a lipstick stain on his cheek. "Asch, this is Karl! He says he'll take those restraints off for you, sure thing." She beamed as the nurse unlocked the restraints, then shoved him out of the curtained room and closed the curtain behind him.
She turned to Asch and grinned. "So, it's a deal, right? You won't run away or try to do anything that might hurt you."
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 7:55 am
Asch blinked once as Elle suddenly disappeared. Was she really going to do that? He half expected her not to. But when she returned with that male nurse, his eyes lit up a little. And a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, noticing how Elle had done her... convincing.
Once the restraints were undone, he slowly pushed himself up into a half sitting position. He grimaced at the pain in his shoulder and as his head started to throb a little... but FINALLY he could move!
"Yeah... I promise," he told her in quiet reassurance. He was just grateful not to be held down anymore. "Thanks." Despite his stubbornness, he was a man of his word.
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Posted: Sun Feb 12, 2012 8:03 am
"Good," she said firmly, the grin still on her face. "I promised Karl that if you ran off or got in trouble, I'd take him to dinner to make up for him getting in trouble over you. So don't get in trouble, mkay?"
Her grin turned impish as she recalled his smirk. "And if you're jealous, you can have a kiss too." Not that it really mattered much to her. What were kisses, really? A dime a dozen, that was sure.
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